[ Предположительная тональность: D ] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 99 Problems by Courtney Love ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Super simple, this is a Jay-Z cover she played live recently on acoustic guitar. Pretty sure it's just these three chords. Tuning: EADGBE Em G Got the rock patrol on the gat patrol D Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Em G Critics are saying he's "money, cash, hoes, D "From the hood, stupid, what types of facts are those?" Em G If you grew up with holes in your Zapatos D You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough Em G I'm like "Fuck you critics, kiss my whole asshole" D If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast-forward Em G I've got beef with radio if I don't play their show D They don't play my hits, but I don't give a shit, so Em G Rap mags try and use my black ass D So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads Em G I don't know what you take me as D Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has Em G I'm from rags to riches, nigger, I ain't dumb D I got ninety nine problems and a bitch ain't one Em G I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one D If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you son Em G I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one Em G Once upon a time not too long ago D A nigger like myself had to strong arm a ho Em G This is not a ho in the sense of havin' a pussy D But a pussy having no goddamn sense, try and push me Em G I tried to ignore it, pray to the lord D Pray for him, cause some fools love to perform Em G You know the type, loud as a motorbike D But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight Em G And the only thing that's gonna happen D Is that I'm gonna get to clappin' Em G He and his boys gonna be yappin' to the captain D And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat again Em G Back through the system with the riff raff again D Fiends on the floor, scratching again Em G Paparazzis with their cameras, snapping at them D D.A. tried to give a nigga a shaft again Em G A million for bail cause I'm African D All because the fools harassin' Em G Try to play the boy like he's saccharin D But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun Em G D Ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun Em G D Ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun Em G D Ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun Em G D Ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun Em G D Nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun Em G D Ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun Em I got a ninety nine problems G D Em But being a bitch ain't one